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Chapter 550 - 23 Don’t Move, It’s Me [Seeking Monthly Pass!]_1

Chapter 550: Chapter 23 Don’t Move, It’s Me [Seeking Monthly Pass!]_1

"Heap——"

"Girls should eat more gracefully, you know."

"Why do you care?"

"..."

The imperial city is full of forbidden lands; some are heavily guarded, while some are not even allowed to be stepped on by the guards. The Temple of Divine Fire is such a place. The grand hall and its surrounding area are forbidden for anyone except the emperor to enter willingly.

The resident of this place is the Guardian of each generation of the Xia Clan’s royal family, namely, the Ash Burn Daoist Master of the Eighth Realm. In fact, even the Emperor had to have important affairs before he could go in. So much so, that the stature of the Guardian is even higher than the Emperor’s in the royal family.

But at this moment, a stunning and domineering woman was sitting casual in the center of the Temple of Divine Fire, using the bronze couldron of the hall for hotpot. She picked out a soft noodle from the steamy pot, slurped it in one big gulp, and then let out a satisfying Hah sound.

The man sitting opposite her was a handsome middle-aged man in a purple-gold robe, deep and composed. His current eyes were full of helplessness.

The man was Prince Mingde, the current Guardian of the Xia Clan’s Royal Family, and the father of Empress Feng.

Mingde sighed after a moment of silence, "It’s been eighty years, and this is the first meal I’ve had with you."

"Yeah, such a memorable meal, yet you refused to catch a Qinghong bird for me to eat." Empress Feng shook her head.

"Actually, if you really want to eat it, it’s not impossible." Mingde replied with a bitter smile, "But you insisted on using the Qinghong bird for hotpot, isn’t that too.... wasteful?"

"Heep—" was Empress Feng’s reply as she slurped another piece even more refreshingly.

A few bright spots of oil splashed onto Mingde’s robe. The veins on his forehead visibly throbbed several times, but in the end, it turned into yet another sigh, "Alas."

"We, the people of Shu Mountain, are like that." Empress Feng swallowed before adding, "How would you know it’s not tasty if you don’t try it in the hotpot?"

"If you leave Shu Mountain and come back to the Imperial City, then I will catch one for you." Mingde added.

"Don’t even think about it." Empress Feng wiped her mouth and said, "Now I am waiting to see if my disciple can win in the Immortal Sect’s Competition. If he wins, I will then openly fight you for the Dao."

"Heh." Mingde chuckled lightly, "I still don’t understand why you suddenly became ambitious."

"Didn’t I tell you, it’s hard times for Shu Mountain right now, Yan Zi is even preparing to compete for the Dao." Empress Feng said, "So naturally, I cannot slack off for her sake..."

She cleared her throat and said earnestly, "My plan is to firstly compete for the Dao of Ash Burn to rise to the Eighth Realm, then go kill the Sword Emperor of the Western Sea. By then, Yan Zi can smoothly obtain the Daoist Master Jue Yun."

"Isn’t that a bit of a roundabout way?" Mingde said, "It’s almost on par with your last rebellion to save your disciple."

Empress Feng glared at him, "How did you know about my top-secret plan?"

"Your top-secret plan that all the talking spirit beasts on Shu Mountain know about?" Mingde was caught between laughter and tears.

"There’s a mole..." Empress Feng mused.

"You’re really not cut out to be an emperor, otherwise, what’s wrong with me helping you ascend to the throne?" Mingde said profoundly, "Although people say you’re stubborn, you actually have a strong sense of justice. Even if you’re not good at managing affairs, you’re very suitable for the role of a guardian. On normal days, you can live as you please, and only need to take action when necessary."

"It sounds more or less the same as what I do in Silver Sword peak..." Empress Feng looked around the cold main hall, "But do you consider this being free and unfettered after being here for eighty years?"

"It’s not the same, I am..." Mingde fell silent without finishing his sentence.

He was atoning for his sins.

For him, every day of living was atonement, up until his death.

"No matter what you’re doing, you invited me to eat, and I’m done." Empress Feng suddenly stood up, "Now I’m going to see how my disciple wins."

...

"Including the previous batch, there are sixteen in total. If we get the same amount in the remaining six days, we should be secure."

A bright pearl was placed on the ground, radiating a soft and bright light. Chu Liang was taking advantage of the night to count the day’s earnings with his team.

After the initial chaos, the Void Realm had returned to calm. Very few teams would act recklessly at night.

The Hundred Gates Competition has always been like this. On the very first day of landing, there is the biggest wave of eliminations. Upon arriving, the disciples of the Immortal Sects are still unclear about the situation, and there may be enemies falling randomly around them, which inevitably leads to chaotic battles.

After the first wave of chaos, the surviving forces have a certain number of soul crystals and a relatively safe area, and the situation will stabilize.

They, as cultivators stranded in the Void Realm, can not see the whole picture, but the audience outside can see that nearly forty teams have been eliminated in this one day, and many of the remaining teams have lost members.

Almost half of the people have been eliminated.

After this, it won’t be until the seventh day that there is another wave of eliminations, because by then, the teams with insufficient soul crystals will no longer hide. They all need to come out and give it their all, providing opportunities for others while seeking their own chances.

In these five days, apart from the very strong teams that will continue to eradicate and hunt, there are usually only occasional skirmishes.

The Shu Mountain Sect was naturally preparing to eradicate and hunt.

By the last day, time doesn’t wait for anyone, and by then, the entire Void Realm will be filled with cultivators with red eyes, and the unpredictable risks will be huge. Every year, strong teams overturn in the last moments, they don’t want to wait until then to rush to grab soul crystals.

Luckily, on the first day, they encountered an ambush by three sects in alliance, giving Chu Liang a big advantage. It was as if nature was rewarding them.

With this head start, the task amount in the following few days is greatly reduced.

If they eliminate one team per day, by the seventh day, they will have thirty-six soul crystals, which is enough to ensure them a position in the top ten. At that most turbulent moment, they could entirely go on the defensive, without taking any risks.

"You’ve worked hard," said Jiang Yuebai softly.

Chu Liang briefly explained the daytime encounter earlier. However, eliminating three teams of enemies single-handedly is by no means an easy task.

"I’m alright." Chu Liang smiled.

"Be careful!" Xu Ziyang, who was responsible for the perimeter vigilance, suddenly shouted.

Chu Liang and the others immediately flipped over and got up, quickly sensing that someone was approaching. They spread their divine senses and saw a bright ball of light floating towards them from afar.

"Does it look familiar?" Chu Liang asked suddenly.

Getting closer, they found that the approaching figure was a young monk. The moonlight was reflected off his bald head, making it brilliantly bright.

The monk was none other than Monk Pu Shan from Yunque Temple.

"Young Hero Chu?" Having sensed that this was the group from Shu Mountain Sect, Pu Shan waved his hand from afar and shouted, "Don’t attack! It’s me!"